Monday, September 19, 2011

It's the Pirate's Life for Me

Arrrr, me Mateys!

First, me & me landlubber Human, arrrrrrrrrrrrr, has to be thankin' that swashbucklin' buccaneer Mr. Puddy over thar, who be makin' and sendin' me this fine photo for the great occasion we all be celebratin' today!

Shiver me timbers, and sure I be offerin' a big cup o' grog to all me Mateys before we Gentlemen o'Fortune be settin' off to find us a chest o' doubloons and some furry wenches!

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

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My pirate name is:

Black Harry Read

Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, you defy the sterotypes. You've got taste and education. Arr!

Aarrggghhhhh Spitty! We hoist a cup o' grog to ye on this fine day! We be havin' a mutiny on our side o' the Seven Seas, but if ye find the isle o' furry wenches and be happenin' to score a few mite extra, ye be sendin' 'em our way, hmmmm?

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About Me

I was abducted from the wild at age 10 weeks. I'm 13 now, but I have a hundred generations of feral felinity in me, so I'm not exactly a kuddly kat. I tolerate my Human, who I must admit takes very good care of me. But if she wants affection, she can get a dog.